The Deluge

The Sound and the Fury, the spaces between

All our distinctions You cast to the sea

Lord, how can this be?

How can this be?

I’ve been waiting on inspiration

He must be gasping in his dreams

Cold air turns to condensation

And it’s bursting out at the seams

If I were Pilate I’d sever my steady hands

From ten feet high and six feet down

Did You witness our exchange

As Judas sold his home for a grave?

For a grave

Though we continued to sink down

I saw Your face trickle through my once-jaded glass

Not removing but filling all the...

Subdivided spaces between

I held that phantasm at closest scrutiny

To ensure that this was You instead of me

Everything is quiet, subsequently alive:

All this created and perpetually divine

Behold, You make all things anew

Die among us so we may die for You

Everything is quiet, subsequently alive

All this created and perpetually divine

Behold, You make all things anew

Reside among us so we may live for You

How can this be, Lord, how can this be?

Silence O Israel, see the light

Wait for the sound

Chaos of the Cosmos

You won’t relent until we have faces

Chaos of the Cosmos

From every tide, endlessly You emerge

Make us whole

(Make us whole)

Piece our body to our puzzled soul

Guide our feet so we can wander no more

(Make us whole)

Let it be so - Christ Inshallah

Oh, Incarnation, make us whole!

Neither height nor depth could separate us from Your Son

Neither life nor death could stand between what You’ve begun

As we expire we lift our eyes to You

Come wind, come weather

Churches in prison praising through the walls

You preach petricore as the elect were meant for

We lost our lives, You took this war

You settled the score, oh You settled the score

"Binding the broken, giving sight to the blind,"

Instilling the host of life